I had a desire. I had to go home to fulfill that desire. Once I was at home, the desire was gone on its own. I didn’t have to make any effort. I simply forgot. No pain was brought to me in forgetting. Then, another desire arose and soon it was forgotten too. Just like that. I lost the will. Nietzsche used to say that will is important to live. He eventually committed suicide. The same noise fills my each day. I could walk out of here but this world is vast and it seems out of my reach. Between me standing up and me walking to the door, I am really not aware of how much time elapses.
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